Artifacts of my intelligence Artifacts of my imagination Artifacts of my existence, like a poem or a painting
Artifacts of my consciousness Artifacts of my memory Artifacts of my mind, like a signature or a sentence
leftover creations, manipulated playthings, static reminders of a fluid mind -- they can't be me -- I just leave behind things which illuminate a tiny fraction of my complexity, that might give you that clue you've been looking for for so long that shows you are not alone -- someone, some other mind, is out there, thinking, doing, creating.
"Artifacts of my Intelligence"
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That sums it up nicely.
April 25, 2009 at 12:03 PM